Cold, Ron felt cold, almost as if he were in his third year again, facing the dementor that had entered their compartment. But this time he thought he might have felt as Harry did that day, as he lay unconscious shivering: staring up at those eyes filled with so much rage, almost as if he were looking into the eyes of death, the eyes of the killing curse made corporeal.

Fear, shivered down his spine, and pain across his face, from a right hook, he never expected that his best friend possessed. And one that he never once thought he would be on the receiving end of. Well…okay, there was that time in fourth year, and boy was Professor Dumbledore ever so pissed about that—cut his funds for half a year.

Looking up shame filled his eyes, as Ron looked around the common room. All of the raucous laughter, and joyous amusement had abated. Not even one argument could be heard. And nobody understood why Harry had done such a thing. True…nobody doubted that Ron deserved it, and you could see the morbid amusement, as cash passed between hands, due to the bets made on when Harry would finally get sick of Ron's b*** and hit him (each month these bets were made).

Sitting on his bed, in the solace of his empty dorm room, Harry had just finished formalizing a letter to the goblin's of Gringotts Bank:

I, Harry James Potter, of Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, currently residing in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, am seeking an account statements following the deaths of my parents, along with copies of any possible deeds. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause, and would like to give you my humblest thanks, for any and all efforts made

Signed:

Harry James Potter

"Good…that should do it, and hopefully there is some sort of estate I can move myself into, getting away from those foolish Dursley's," Harry whispered to himself, after several different attempts to write a formal letter of inquiry to the bank. And he thought he did a pretty good job…though one could never tell with Goblins…well, at least he couldn't.

So, feeling pleased with himself, he rolled up the piece of parchment and placed it underneath his pillow, until morning, when he would send it out for delivery.

Damn, Daphne thought to herself, as she sat in front of a mirror brushing her dirty blonde hair.

Daphne was beautiful yet tall girl, standing at five foot eight inches, slender of build, with long luscious legs. She was a girl that many boys in the school lusted after; even with the frigid stare her icy blue eyes radiated.

Cool of personality and radiating coldness with her eyes, Ice Queen, was the title that they gave her, and she reveled in it. More than once that title had detracted many a lustful gaze, as well as the advances that would come with such desire.

No matter what I do, that bookworm Granger with her pet Weasel, always get in my way. Not once have I even gotten the chance to give him a letter. This is frustrating, she mentally chided herself.

And that b*** Dumbledore…what the hell was he doing, sending him to live with those muggles. She had heard the rumors. The only ones she believed to be true, she had seen the clothes he wears…no, she would not call them clothes, more like the rags they gave him. Heck, those things were so big, she was sure an entire family could fit into them.

That though, was the only rumor she believed. In all of the years she sat there watching him, trying to think of a way to get a hold of him, past the worm and weasel crew. There was no other way though. She had tried sending a letter, via Owl Post, but even that was rebuffed, with a very disoriented owl returning to her, letter in toe…or talon in this case. Just like her parents.

They wanted to get him back. He was, after all, meant to live with them, after his parents died. But the headmaster denied it, saying that he was safer with blood relatives, even if he wasn't happy. Even if, his family despised magic, as Lily once had told her mother.

She was angry.

So the next day she found herself in an odd situation and feeling a great deal of joy; despite being sprawled on the ground of the Owlery. As she stared into his beautiful green eyes.

"Sorry about that…Daphne was it?"

"Yes, and thank you," she said, giving him a demure smile. Getting lost in his gaze; before they both broke it, blushing bashfully. Daphne leaving, feeling unnerved, yet strangely optimistic.

Walking into the Great Hall, beautiful, ice blue eyes, remained vivid in his mind. It did not subside the anger he'd felt over the past few days, nor did it belie his rage—though he did feel that gaze.

Sitting down, he took his place, next to Neville, who kept a seat open for him, and amusement was what he felt, as he looked down the table, seeing Finnegan get up, hurrying down, even further past the remains of the Weasley clan…who also showed just as much fear as Seamus; even though they were trying to hide it.

"So Nev…" Harry asked as he smirked at Ron and Ginny, doing his best to intimidate them (which was working) "any plans for the summer?"

"Not a one," Neville replied, eyes darting between Ron, Seamus, Ginny, and finally Harry.

"But I saw what happened between you and Ron last night—listen Harry, I have no idea what happened between the four of you; though I can hazard a guess with the obvious bits of it," Neville said, eyes flickering back and forth between Ginny and Seamus, eyes filled with disgust. "But if you need anything over the summer, just send an owl. Gran and I will do all we can to help you."

"Thank you Neville," Harry said, as he wondered why he wasn't smart enough to befriend Neville in first year, instead of Ron…life would have been so much easier then.

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